♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Mrs. Swanson, I'm Della Galway.

And you're dead on time.

Come in, please.

There are two other flats upstairs.

They're very lovely people.

You'd hardly know they're there.

But I think your flat's the nicest.

And I'm not just saying that.

You'll have your own front door key.

And the key to your flat, of course.

So you can come and go as you please.

This is your living room.

And that is your bedroom.

♪ ♪ Here we are.

The engine room.

I think you'll find you've got everything you need here.

Fridge freezer, cooker.

And a microwave?

Yes.

They're very handy for a quick snack, though I prefer fresh cooking myself.

You're like my dad.

He won't have one in the house.

Ah, some people live off chilled food these days.

Bathroom.

May I?

Oh, of course.

I've seen dozens of flats, but I think this is by far the nicest.

Yes, and it's a very nice neighborhood, too.

Quiet.

People keep themselves to themselves.

I call this the garden room.

Oh, it's very pretty.

MRS. SWANSON: You will have it all to yourself.

Nobody ever uses it.

Bastard!

Out!

I told you to get out!

I want my bag.

Just piss off out of here.

But where am I going to go?

Go to lover boy!

Right.

His wife wouldn't like that.

You knew about him when you screwed him in my bed.

You screwed him in my bed, didn't you?

Never thought that bed could be so squeaky.

You bitch!

I've had all the windows fitted with these locks.

The sash windows can only be opened a few inches.

I have the keys if they're needed.

♪ You see, Ms. Galway, this is a very nice neighborhood.

But the crime rate is rising all the time.

And I always say, you can't be too careful.

No, you most certainly can't.

Well, is there anything else?

And the rent is-- 200 pounds a week, including hot water.

You pay your own bills for light and heat.

200.

Payable one month in advance.

Well, there's your bag.

Now piss off.

Let me stay one night so I can get fixed up.

You'll never be fixed up.

This garden flat, completely self-contained.

And you'll have your own telephone.

I shan't have any trouble letting it.

Could I ring you tomorrow?

You could, but well, I can't make any promises.

I've got someone else coming to view it later this evening.

It's just that my budget won't-- Of course it's really intended for two people.

Two ladies used to share it.

Oh, I couldn't.

I couldn't share my room.

And if the lady slept here, in the garden room?

The sofa here is actually a sofa bed.

It opens up quite easily.

♪ ♪ Good morning, Mr. Adrian.

Rosamund.

Val.

Mm?

I see your boss has a room to let.

You're interested?

Do you know what the rent is?

You have to ask her.

And what's she like?

Like her office, very tidy.

No, I mean personally.

Mm, fine.

I get on with her extremely well.

Valerie, can we go over next week's schedule?

Of course.

Would you like me to mention it?

Uh, not just yet.

I'm considering a number of offers.

Thanks.

♪ ♪ DELLA (VOICEOVER): Dear Daddy, I found the most wonderful flat.

And now I'm looking for someone to share.

Maybe one of the girls in the office.

DELLA: What does your father do?

- He's a vicar.

- Vicar?

Yeah.

In a tiny parish on the Suffolk Coast near Aldeburgh.

Oh, it's lovely around there, isn't it?

Yeah, it's beautiful.

The people are so friendly.

DELLA: Must have been a marvelous place to grow up.

ROSAMUND: It was.

It was a marvelous place.

But then my parents divorced, and my mother brought me to London to live with her.

Oh, how sad.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was sad for all of us.

It still is.

DELLA: Well, I'm going to have to have a think about this.

ROSAMUND: Well, I need to know sooner rather than later.

DELLA: Absolutely.

Why don't you come and have a look anyway this afternoon?

Brilliant.

I see you're looking for a flatmate.

Why?

Are you interested, Mr. Adrian?

No, I just saw it on the board.

I was just curious.

ROSAMUND: Sorry, I'm first in the queue.

Oh.

Sorry.

MRS. SWANSON: Where have you been living?

With my mom.

But she only has a tiny flat.

And I think she deserves her own space.

Oh, I see.

And where is the flat?

In Wandsworth.

Wandsworth?

ROSAMUND: Uh-huh.

MRS. SWANSON: Then you won't need any lessons from me about the importance of taking precautions.

Even in this area, careless people are punished.

And they deserve to be.

You will have your own key to the back door.

That will be your entrance.

And you must always keep it locked.

Ms. Galway's entrance is through the front.

It's lovely.

It's so quiet and clean.

And you've got a garden, too?

Yes, and it's south-facing.

Well, growing up where I did, I've really missed not having a garden.

Don't tell me you're moving in with her.

I've got to get away from my mum.

It's like living with the dead.

Anyway, she's my fallback position.

Oh, you've done a lot of falling back lately.

Yeah, he had the cheek to screw me every night.

Then ask me for rent.

Ah, men.

ROSAMUND: No, I'm sure it will work out all right with Della.

Oh, God.

Yeah, I'm sure you'll be fine.

It's just me.

ROSAMUND: How it's just you?

JACKIE: Well, I can't imagine her being relaxed.

She's reserved.

There's nothing wrong with being reserved.

She may be a bit shy.

She thinks she's Wonder Woman.

This because she told you off for not locking up your computer at night.

Oh, what's it got to do with her?

It's a good job somebody's conscientious in this place.

You found someone then, Della?

Pardon?

MR. ADRIAN: I see the flat has been taken.

Oh, yes, Mr. Adrian.

Rosamund is-- - Call me Gerald, please.

Oh.

VALERIE: Mr. Adrian, call for you.

Line one.

Coffee?

Thank you.

You'll be coming in through this back door.

It's on a deadlock, as you can see.

And there's also a mortice.

There are bolts, too.

You will always remember to bolt the door, won't you?

- Oh, yes.

- Here are your keys.

Thank you.

Normally this side gate is kept bolted all the time.

But since you'll be coming in through the back door, we'll have to leave the gate open for you.

I get it.

But you will promise-- You will promise me you'll always bolt the gate after you come in at night, won't you?

Yeah, sure.

Of course I will.

So you can come and go as you please.

Oh, it's perfect.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Sorry.

Excuse me, I'll have two beers by the neck, please.

And a tequila by the glass.

Are you buying?

CHRIS: Just at the moment, I'm a wee bit financially challenged.

Hold the tequila.

Thank you.

Just two beers, please.

OK, fair enough.

Just don't ask me for any more autographs.

Save one for you, though.

Who's that?

Oh, thank very much.

That's Chris.

He's a DJ, or he was.

Now he's off the circuit, the big mouth.

And dirty tequila, please.

Rosie, you're wasting your money.

Yeah, well, I like big mouths.

DELLA (VOICEOVER): The great thing about the arrangement is, we're both independent as I use the front door, and she has her own key to the back door.

I'm having to train her in good domestic habits, you know, washing up after meals and general tidiness.

I suspect she may have been spoilt by her mother.

♪ ♪ Rosamund.

Rosamund.

Wake up.

What?

What's the matter?

- Where's the key?

The back door key?

Key?

You didn't lock the door.

I did.

DELLA: You left it on the Yale lock.

You've got to lock the Chubb lock with the key.

I did!

You didn't.

And you didn't bolt the gate either.

Jeez.

All these keys and locks.

This place is like Fort Knox.

What are you so scared of?

You promised you'd bolt the gate after you every night and lock the back door.

Oh, shut up.

You promised.

♪ ♪ Della, still here?

Well.

I seem to have locked myself out.

You haven't got a key?

GERALD: I have, yes, but uh, it's in my desk.

Silly of me, I was hoping to take some work home.

I'm sure I left the door open.

You did.

Gerald, I'm sorry, I locked it.

You locked it?

DELLA: I thought you'd gone.

And when I saw the door open, I-- I see.

DELLA: I'm awfully sorry.

I was worried about security.

GERALD: Oh, no.

You're quite right.

Can't just leave security to the guard.

DELLA: I'm sorry to have caused you this inconvenience.

Forget it.

Why don't we go and have a drink?

A drink?

Yeah, just a quick one.

But your-- What about your work?

Oh, it can keep till tomorrow.

Anyway, you've been here a few weeks.

We haven't had a chance of a chinwag yet, have we?

No.

Don't you think it's about time we did?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

As long as-- Let's go.

That was a stroke of luck, you locking my door.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, I meant-- You're making me feel guilty.

There's no need.

Computer crime has developed into a very big business.

I don't mean fraud.

I mean actual theft of computers.

Criminals now don't even bother with the-- the monitor or the processor or even the hard drive.

They just take the memory chips.

Thanks for the memory.

They've become really professional.

That's why we have to be security conscious.

Now you're making me feel guilty.

I wasn't criticizing.

I didn't-- ♪ ♪ I knew it.

I knew it'd be locked.

GERALD: That's a lovely scarf.

Pardon?

I was admiring your scarf.

It's lovely.

It's a dash of color.

Sort of, um, bluey pink.

Um what do you call it?

Um-- Bluey pink.

Anyway, it really suits you.

Oh, thank you.

It was a birthday present.

GERALD: From a boyfriend?

No, no.

Sorry if I put my foot in it.

No, no, it was a present from my father.

Oh.

He always buys me the most marvelous presents.

And I never know what to buy him.

I usually end up buying him another pipe.

He's a pipe smoker.

I love the smell of pipe smoke.

DELLA: So do I.

Just as well the way he smokes.

GERALD: I even tried smoking a pipe.

But I soon discovered that smoking one is very different to smelling one.

Are you sure you don't want another glass?

No, no.

I really ought to be going.

GERALD: All right.

Let me give you a lift home.

Oh, no, there's no need.

No, no, I've kept you late.

I insist.

Thanks for the drink.

It's a pleasure.

Good night.

Good night.

DELLA (VOICEOVER): He's a really charming man, Daddy.

A real gentleman.

♪ ♪ We talked about you and your pipe.

♪ Have you got a flat?

I live in a garage.

A garage?

Yeah.

It's a bit cramped.

I have to share.

Oh, yeah?

Who with?

A bus.

A bus?

A bus.

Rosie, Rosie, you're going to have to make a move.

Why?

The night is young.

Yeah, we've got a tube to catch.

Get a cab.

I wonder who's financially challenged.

CHRIS: See ya.

Are you coming?

Bye!

MAN: Hello, darling.

Fancy your dancing or what?

Oh, bug off.

So, what do you think?

- Oh, Chris?

- Uh-huh.

Chris is OK.

He's a bit arty farty for me.

Don't tell him your PIN number.

Well, that's a bit unfair.

I think he's cute.

Cute?

Cute is something Chris definitely is not.

I really did enjoy it, our chat, chatting with you.

And there seemed to be so much to say and so little time.

Yes.

I wondered, are you doing anything tonight?

No, nothing.

Good.

Are you sure?

- Yes.

Yes, I'm sure.

Why?

Well, in that case, I wondered if I could take you out to dinner.

Well, that would be lovely.

You can, but-- Very well.

I always pay my own share.

Really?

Well, if that's what you always do.

That's what I always do.

We'll go somewhere really expensive.

Della, can I ask you something?

What?

GERALD: Are you an only child?

Why do you ask that?

I don't know.

Maybe because I am.

Well, I am, as it happens, though I wasn't aware that it showed.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I-- I lost my mother at an early age.

GERALD: I'm sorry.

I hardly remember her.

I wasn't really aware of being deprived or anything.

I have a marvelous father.

I hardly knew my father.

He spent most of the time working in the Middle East.

I was a mummy's boy.

Mummy's boy and daddy's girl.

I really enjoyed this evening.

Yes, so did I.

It was a lovely meal, wasn't it?

Next time, it's going to be my treat.

Oh, no, that wouldn't be fair.

I enjoyed it as much as you did.

Della.

Della.

I don't know how to say this.

I'm not very good at expressing myself.

You're so beautiful.

No.

No!

Let go of me!

Della.

Della, please.

I'm sorry.

He went too far.

He forced himself on me.

Forced himself?

Why do they always have to rush things?

I made up my mind years ago that I wasn't going to get married until I was well-established.

I mean, well-established in my career.

But I've gone out with boys.

I've had boyfriends.

And I've always tried to be considerate, to be a good listener, to understand a man's point of view.

And I've made a point of always paying my share so that we're equal.

But I don't think I've ever had a real friendship with a man.

Men don't understand friendship.

No, they don't.

You're right.

That's why, in the end, it always ends up messy.

Even tonight.

I mean, I certainly was not expecting that from him.

No.

I wouldn't have expected anything like that from him myself.

He always struck me as a shy sort of guy.

Kind of lonely.

You know his wife divorced him last year?

DELLA: No.

- Yeah.

She married again, but he-- I always thought he was a bit inhibited.

He's not inhibited.

ROSAMUND: Obviously not.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe I inhibit him.

I'm a rotten judge of character.

I never know what to expect of people.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right now.

Thank you.

I'll go to bed soon.

Yeah, you-- you have a good sleep.

You will lock up, won't you?

Yeah.

The Chubb lock on the back door as well as the Yale?

And the bolt.

And your bolt, the side gate when you come in.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll lock up.

I'll lock the back door and bolt the gate.

You sleep secure.

Della, if anyone's going to break in the back way and rape and murder you, then they're going to have to do me in, too.

Do you find that reassuring?

No.

And I don't consider that very funny.

No.

No, I see your point.

It's not very funny.

Not tonight anyway.

Sorry about that.

Drop dead, Rosie.

Anyway, you're never back till the early hours, are you?

Like you said, the great thing about this arrangement is, I can come and go as I please, can't I?

Night, night.

♪ ♪ Oh, nice one.

Listen, Chris, the way she was going on.

You'd have thought she'd been raped.

Maybe she's a virgin.

I knew you'd say that.

Then you know me too well.

Yeah, well, it doesn't seem very likely, does it?

These days.

- These days?

They're no-no 90s.

She would've been the first one to wear a chastity belt.

Della in a chastity belt.

There's a thought.

Very squeaky.

Very.

I bet Mr. Adrian'd liked it.

I bet he would.

You're wearing one?

- No.

- There you are.

- I'm not.

It's in here somewhere, isn't it?

It is.

It is.

All right, this one's wearing a chastity belt.

Oh, shit.

DELLA (VOICEOVER): Dear Daddy, I wish you could come and see the flat.

You'd really approve of it.

Everything's going swimmingly.

I'm enjoying my work and my new flatmate is a lovely girl.

All right.

♪ Is this your flatmate?

No, this is my flat.

So, what do you think?

It's terrific.

A des res, all mod cons.

But, er, where do you pee?

Ah, there you have to use your initiative.

It's charming.

It's priceless.

And that's its charm.

No rent.

I've always fancied a life on the road.

ROSAMUND: On the road?

- Yeah.

Just now we were on Route 66, traveling from Chicago all the way to LA.

Oh, no.

We're in a lock-up in Croydon.

You know what I mean?

Jack Kerouac and all that stuff.

Wide-open spaces.

On the Road?

Allen Ginsberg?

Who?

He's a poet.

I don't read poems.

I do things.

And there are things that I would like to do with you.

Well, come on then.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Morning.

You're damp.

You all right?

You left the gate open all night.

Well, so what?

The back door was locked.

You promised me you'd bolt the gate.

I can't bolt the gate if I don't come in, can I?

Why didn't you tell me you were going to stay out all night?

I didn't intend to.

DELLA: Couldn't you have phoned?

You sound just like my mother.

I don't know why you bother to come home at all.

Would it matter if I didn't?

DELLA: Not a bit.

Do what you like!

But if you do intend to stop out, then please tell me.

And if you don't, but it happens anyway, then please call me!

That surely is the very least you could do!

You're worse than my mother!

All this aggro over a bloody gate.

What's wrong with you?

You ought to see a psychiatrist!

♪ ♪ Jackie, I should have listened to you in the first place.

She's driving me mad.

Last night, she went absolutely crazy because-- Sh, sh.

He's here.

Office rapist.

Doesn't give up, does he?

He's wasting his time with the blessed Della.

Della, do you fancy going out for some lunch?

No, thank you.

It's just that, er, we've got to talk.

What about?

Last night.

Um.

We can't talk here.

Couldn't we just go out for a coffee?

I'm afraid I've got a lot of work to do.

ROSAMUND: If he carries on like that, she'll charge him with sexual harassment.

Lay off, you two.

Why have you got it in for Della?

You jealous?

Not.

As I much enjoyed the evening, our evening, when-- when we-- the evening just vanished.

It slipped away.

I couldn't believe we were saying good night.

I didn't want to say good night.

And you didn't.

No, no.

No, I don't want-- Please.

I don't want you to think that I was lacking in respect.

Please, please, please.

Stop going on about it!

Della.

I just wanted to say I won't be coming back tonight.

Thank you for letting me know.

ROSAMUND: Well, I don't want you waiting up all night for me, do I?

DELLA (VOICEOVER): Dear Daddy, you said that your ambition for me was to see me become the first woman director of the company.

And you know, I believe, I truly believe that one day I will achieve that ambition.

I'm working very, very hard for it.

So it's lucky that things have worked out so well at home.

My new flatmate is an angel.

♪ ♪ He won't turn up now.

How do you know?

Well, do me a favor.

I told you from the start it was a waste of time.

For God's sake, Rosie, I thought you had more sense.

Well, you made a mistake.

No, you made a mistake.

Yeah, well, I like making mistakes.

♪ ♪ ♪ So you're just going to sit here all night, then?

Maybe.

Dreaming of that arsehole?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I'll do.

I'll sit here all night dreaming of that arsehole.

I give up.

You know, you're really out of it, Rosie.

Do you know that?

- Oh, just piss off.

Yeah, piss off!

MRS. SWANSON: All right.

All right.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

It's 2:30 in the morning.

ROSAMUND: All right!

Della!

Della!

Open the door.

Open up, for Christ's sake!

I can't get in the back way.

Open the door!

You bolted the bloody gate.

I thought you weren't coming back.

You locked me out in the street.

Even my mother never did that.

You said you wouldn't be coming back tonight.

Yeah, well, I wasn't bloody planning to, was I?

And why did you-- I got stood up.

I got stood up, didn't I?

I waited and waited, and then there was nowhere for me to go.

And then I can't get in my own bloody flat because you locked me out.

It's not my bloody night, is it?

You're drunk.

You'd be drunk if you had the night I've had.

You'd better go to bed.

Don't tell me when to go to bed.

Who do you think you are?

What gives you the right to-- oh, shit.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe he couldn't help it.

Maybe-- Sort it out tomorrow-- Don't do that!

Where the hell are you coming from?

Sort it out tomorrow?

We're not bloody machines, you know.

Things don't run like clockwork.

Things just happen.

I'd like to go to bed, please, if you don't mind.

I'd like to go to bed, please, if you don't mind.

What else do you do but go to bed and go to work and go to bed?

I'm sorry you've had a rotten night.

I'm sorry I locked you out.

But please, I'm tired-- Then go to bloody bed.

Or do you think I'm going to murder you?

What is it with you?

Why are you so paranoid?

I'm not paranoid.

So what happened that night with you and Mr. Adrian?

All that crap you came out with?

I feel sorry for the poor sod.

What is it with you and men?

Hmm?

Sorry.

Take no notice of me.

I'm out of my head.

I don't know what I'm saying.

I've had a really bad night.

And I've not had anything to eat.

Where's the knife?

This isn't going to work.

What?

This arrangement.

ROSAMUND: What arrangement?

I think it's in the best interest for both of us for you to find somewhere else.

Are you throwing me out?

I'm not throwing you out.

You can stay here until you find somewhere else.

But I think it'd be best if you started looking straight away.

Why?

DELLA: We're just very different people.

But what am I supposed to have done?

I don't bring my friends round here, do I?

No.

I haven't played my music or used your phone.

Not once, believe me.

But then you're hardly ever here.

So what have you got to complain about?

I told you, we just don't get on.

We're very different people.

I know.

I know we are, but we could try.

We could try and work it out.

No.

It wouldn't work.

I try.

I do my best.

I know you're very tidy, and I'm very sloppy by your standards, but I do try.

I do my share of dusting and cleaning.

I wash all my dishes and put them away after meals.

I mean, what more can I do?

Nothing.

I'm not asking you to do any more.

I can't live like this.

There's nothing more to say.

Nothing.

♪ ♪ Della.

What?

How long are we going to carry on with this cold war?

Cold war?

I thought we were friends.

I thought we got on well together.

I thought we-- we understood each other.

But I just don't get it, the way you're acting.

Is there somebody else?

Somebody else?

Well, at least that would make sense.

At least that way I could understand the way you've-- the way you've been freezing me out.

I just don't understand.

Isn't it obvious after the way you behaved?

Della, I just did what any normal man-- Normal?

You call that normal?

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry if I-- You're lucky I didn't report you.

Oh, come on, Della.

I mean it.

You better go.

You'd better go now.

Please, go.

♪ ♪ DELLA (VOICEOVER): Dear Daddy, you were right.

You always are right.

You've always warned me never to take people at face value.

The marketing manager-- I can't bring myself to mention his name, who seemed such a gentleman, proved to be-- ♪ So what the hell happened to you last night?

Oh, amazing things happened to me last night.

Yeah, amazing things happened last night.

I lost my bloody flat because of you.

Look, Rosie-- Don't bullshit me, Chris.

I waited here till after one o'clock.

So where the hell were you?

In Glasgow.

Glasgow?

Yeah, look, I thought I'd get-- You knew I'd be waiting here!

So why don't you try and get hold of me?

Why didn't you call me?

I know, I know.

I did try, but the line-- No, no, you didn't try.

Or if you did try, you didn't try hard enough.

If I mattered to you, you should have kept on trying.

Oh, well-- Just piss off, Chris.

You're a little shit.

You know that?

Look, calm down.

Have a drink.

Let me tell you the news.

♪ ♪ So?

So he's been going on about this club for years.

And I just thought it was nonsense, but now he's got it.

The grand opening and he wants me in on it.

So when do you go?

He wants me up there as soon as possible.

Yeah, but when?

Next week.

That's great.

It's great news.

It's just what you've wanted, isn't it?

Do you want to come with me?

♪ Rosamund?

Psst, Rosamund, where's the loo?

♪ Oh!

Sorry about that.

Ouch.

CHRIS: Mini, mini, mini.

Mini, mini.

Mini, miney, miney.

Miney, miney.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Why do you think Della Galway attacked Christopher Maitland with a knife?

I don't know.

Was she a nervous sort of person?

Did she worry about burglars?

Della Galway was obsessed.

Mrs. Swanson was nervous about burglars, but Della wasn't.

But she did think that Mr. Maitland was a burglar, didn't she?

- No way.

Then why did she?

She didn't like me going out.

Why?

Didn't she like being left alone in the flat?

She had some kind of hang-up about men.

She couldn't make it with them.

I'd never met anyone like her.

She was a one-off.

She was very conscientious, very controlled.

Maybe she was too controlled.

PRISON GUARD: Della.

GERALD: I was very fond of her.

But there was something.

I don't know.

She was the best boss I ever worked for.

Always so meticulous.

She had everything at her fingertips.

Completely under her control.

JACKIE: She thought she was Wonder Woman, but all she had was her work.

Her career was all she ever lived for.

And she hated me and Rosie for having a good time together.

I think she was jealous of us.

ROSAMUND: She had some kind of hang-up about men.

She couldn't make it with them.

And she wouldn't let me bring Chris to the flat.

But-- but that night, he brought me home.

And when she heard us and came out and saw him, a man, my man in the flat, it sent her over the edge.

It drove her crazy.

Oh, Chris.

My poor Chris.

POLICE INSPECTOR: There.

It's OK. She was really weird.

I think-- I think the only man she cared about was her father.

Her father?

ROSAMUND: She was always going on about him.

POLICE INSPECTOR: Her father's dead.

But she was always writing him letters.

POLICE INSPECTOR: Her father was murdered when she was a child.

♪ ♪ DELLA (VOICEOVER): You said I wouldn't like sharing, Daddy.

And you were absolutely right.

I didn't like sharing at all.

I'm so much better living on my own.

I feel so much more secure.

And where I am now, in my own little room, I feel utterly safe.

I've never felt so safe in my whole life.

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